zeitgeist says

I fuckin told you.

FREE EARL, pt. eight

Dedicated to your moms

the Lord helps those who help themselves

JA ONE

Xanax and dust 40 feet up, inside NYC subway tunnels, and "fucking up the city"

Adventure Time

Fucking awesome.

Adored by the kids

He's like DB Cooper

Can never make believe it's all right.

1965-2010

They wouldn't let me produce myself.

The more art she makes, the cuter she looks

More here.

Elegant; jaunty; intrusive

Curtis with daughter

If just for the reference

Five-Oh

This armored police truck has been stationed at the end of my block for a week or two.

I hope someone doesn't get shot down the block from me... again.

sound

reminder

Fuck Pigs

zeitgeist says

IRAK crew over BANKSY

SWAG !

NOXER over JESUS SAVES

stutter/whisper

Herbie Mann + mohawk

Heroin --> Sleep Like A Dog

In case you've never seen it

Relax. It's a celebration.

More here.

FREE EARL, pt. seven

Earl returns next summer. Tell your peoples, tell your bitches.

2 pistols on my side, I'm a fuckin coward

GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME !

GIVE YRSELF PERMISSION

WWL / WORLD WONT LISTEN

Courtesy of San Francisco. 2010 muhfucker.

Bertolucci / La Luna (1979)

Swag out incest and heroin use and skate life.
All metaphors for not giving a fuck.

zeitgeist says

Must love animals

Talked to dude at the NY show. Brainfeeder album is dropping 1st quarter next year. Much much flavor suuuuuuuu!

FREE EARL, pt. six

Earl's mom included. SMH.

#BITCHMOB

This will be my last post on Lil B cause otherwise I'll never stop. It's up to you to be in the company of the Based God so rather than pick a few lines from a plethora of codified isms ("SWAG ON A HUNDRED THOUSAND", "YOU CAN FUCK MY BITCH BASED GOD", etc.) I'll state why.

Lil B is the greatest artist of our time. He's a punk, a comedian, a writer (with a book), a rebel, a humanitarian, a provocateur, a virtual bomber, and a savior, all at once. He brought back underground hip-hop, but illustrates that it needs to be pop in order to have its fullest impact. I am a child of the Golden Age but so is Lil B. He saw what was needed and delivered in the most unanticipated form imaginable. All divisions across culture and society will fall before the BITCHMOB. He is where the avant-garde meets grassroots movement meets mainstream media.

This is an amazing time to be alive. Anything is possible.

If you wanna know the state of the world get that RED FLAME mixtape. If you wanna know its prescription patronize RAIN IN ENGLAND (hip-hop's 1st ambient LP). If you wanna be truly #BASED learn the fucking history, dig for the rare shit, the thousands of tracks, the archives, turn on Lil B TV, dig in your soul. Nobody has done what he's done; nobody can do what you do. So many people do not understand what it means to be based, but therein lies the future of the movement.

If you're new to the Based God, you're not going to get it after listening to a couple songs or videos. You need to spend time with it, allow it to seep into your brain. Spend an evening with Lil B. A few days. A month. He will get to you, one way or another.

Swag yourself the fuck out. The world depends on it.

Thank you, Based God.

Watching ____________

There is a statement, but one can't help but conflate wasted effort.

OK !

money makin manheezy
sound box
HH (RIP)
Diamond D
skate mental
wu fam
kick steez
Da Beatminerz
freestyle
Barry White
199x
fucking swag.

dionysus = hip-hop

http://www.complex.com/blogs/2010/06/09/lil-b-talks-getting-sucker-punched-gay-rumors-drake-envy/

Wow, I fucks with this dude. It's amazing because I was speaking out the other night, just gettin amped on scheming, and here I go reading this shit feeling the same electricity. Shit is cosmic.

Modus operandi in perpetuity? DGAF.

FREE EARL, pt. five

Guess who fucking won?

Well, not Earl, but this sure got all those backpackers' panties in a twist.

In here the world begins.

youth (mental).

What a wonderfully illustrious, illusory world we live in.

Everyone that's here is fucking alive.

It's hard for me to grasp.

My eyes are wide open.

I am ensconced in #SWAG #SWAG #SWAG #SWAG #SWAG

Fuck life; live forever.

Volition of impact

http://blogs.villagevoice.com/music/2010/11/on_odd_future_r.php

Sparring with OF haters/miscommunicators.

I've said my piece.

Who did it better?

And other places.

A suspiciously simple sense of life is that it is, in any one man, conclusive. Oh, for him--of course; but for this world I wonder, or rather think it is only in the relationships men manage, that they live at all. People try with an increasing despair to live, and to come to something, some place, or person. They want an island in which the world will be at last a place circumscribed by visible horizons. They want to love free of a continuity of roads, and other places. This island is, finally, not real, however tangible it once seemed to me. I have found that time, even if it will not offer much more than a place to die in, nonetheless carries one on, away from this or any other island. The people, too, are gone.

FREE EARL, pt. four

"I thought you were Odd Future Wolf Gang, I thought you guys were fearless."

"No, I just don't give a fuck. I have fears."

modèle enfants terribles

"The neg steals from the nig."

Misanthropy

"How the fuck did this happen?"

Some dope zine snippets here.

And in case you're wondering this is what happened to COST.

But, hey, to quote REVS:

Fuck this planet.

Brooklyn Bridge

FREE EARL, pt. three

Sweatshirt, Domo Genesis, throwin chairs, killin shit

I'm half privilege, think white and half-nigger lips

A tad different, mad smart, act ignorant

Shit, I'll pass a class when my dad starts givin shits

But as long as our relationship is turdless

I'ma keep burnin rubber and fuckin these beats with burnt dick

Who dat? Oh, that new coon John Cusack

Mecca button-up shoutin, "Bring FUBU back"

Hands fulla coke, mouth fulla crack muzak

Odd Future on a doo rag, guess who's back?

With no hint, we're eggin with no tent

Plus there's a shotgun under the seat where ya ho sits

Ugh, the night striker, I'm riding her, up-tying her

It's nine vicodins stuck inside of the wind pipes of her

A little bit of sherm sure provokes the fucking fight in her

She started biting 'cause I'm giving cock like it's advice to her

Take that, I'm on top like wave caps

This is Grade-A rap, Domo bring that bass back, nigga

Miss Valentine for AA

I like that mainstream fashion reps porn stars these days. It allows for greater transparency: Fashion = Prostitution.

Not to forge any values though. Everyone is a whore.

Incidentally, I actually found out about Faye through a graffiti message board:

BTM! Hahaha. Guessing this was in Manhattan.

FREE EARL, pt. two

Wave hi to the ritalin regiment

Double S shit, swastikas on a Letterman (bitch!)

Hungry wolves at the door, bitch, LET US IN

KILL EM ALL, O.F. IS WHAT I REPRESENT

Kill people, burn shit, fuck school

Odd future here to show you what the fuck is cool

Fuck rules

Skate life

Rape white

Repeat twice

Odd future young enough to get ya priest mouth drool

A glass of water.

Skippy was just hanging around. He hadn't been all there for years, because he'd been into heroin all that time. In fact he actually ODed once and they had him in the morgue in San Jose with a tag on his toe. All of a sudden he got up and asked for a glass of water. Now he was snortin' big clumps of coke, and nothing would happen to him. We couldn't have him around because he'd be pacing the room, describing axe murders. So we got him a little place of his own. He had a little white rat named Oswald that would snort coke too. He'd never washed his dishes, and he'd try to get these little grammar school girls to go into the house with him. He was real bad. One of the parents finally called the cops, and they took him to the County Mental Health Hospital in Santa Cruz. Where they immediately lost him, and he turned up days later in the women's ward.

Dazzle.

No useful purpose.

Pointing.

If you've ever shit your pants

... Cam'ron sympathizes with you.

Another late nite with ol rap joints.

Dipset... a sad story, among many.

Glory fades.

Fucking Your Neighbors No 54

Found these DVD cases on top of my cluster mailbox. They were empty.

Makes me feel like meditating.

WORK

Gs put in work.

Artists put in work.

Lovers put in work.

Proletariats put in work.

Same shit.

P.S. - This dude is in jail right now.

Transgressive oldies

The first record to use the word "fuck."

What? It's about cats.

This shit sounds sexy.

"It's the thing that white folks are afraid of" - Hahah!!

More upbeat this time.

I'm the Windin' Boy, don't deny my name (x3)

I can pick it up and shake it like Stavin' Chain

I'm the Windin' Boy, don't deny my name

Nickle's worth of beefsteak, and a dime's worth of lard (x3)

I'm gonna salivate your pussy til my peter gets hard

I'm the Windin' Boy, don't deny my name

Heard this before I even knew what herb smelled like.

I quote: "If you really think there was ever an 'innocent' time, you gotta go back before we humans got here."

FREE EARL, pt. one

Tell your bitch to stop complaining bout her achy tits

Her body is a temple? I don't give a fuck, I'm atheist

Make me stop, make me bitch

She mad because I taped the shit and

sent the tape to Ace and Taco helps em fuckin bake to it

Master master, pretty bitch-basher, black and white bitch

Mixed like she moo and chew brass

Or something sorta like the shit

I guess I kinda like my bitch if she wasn't a dike

Motorcyclist with Tyson lisp

Wolf Gang on that drive without a license shit...

Oh how nice, now you wanna say you like the shit

Because you bruised up, your neck sliced and I ain't icin shit

Show me a rapper my age that say he nice as this

And I'll show you a faggot that say he hate Barbara Streisand's lips

Heh, me and Berm are swervin in the jeep

I'm a nice guy in person but a pervert in the sheets

And I'm magic with the words, murder Merlin over beats

Make the competition kiss the fuckin curb and then they weep

And then they drop

Drop, bitch.

Drop. Drop. Drop. Drop...

Fuckin awesome arsenal of wolves in the pack I travel in

The battle ram, ram and them, rats get to tattlin

Then swingin axes at you antonyms of savages

Prayin that it damages, your hobby's what my passion is

Fuck that faggot shit, my niggas on that savage shit

Fuckin the game and shovin daggers through the ass of it

Moving on to a Jessica, planning to make a mess of her

After a couple of drinks and a session of anal sex with her

Like, Hey there intestines! My cock is erect next to ya

We the shit, like, what you make?

Them niggas still ain't fresh as us

EAT A DICK, BITCH !

Sasha Grey reppin existentialism